The blog of Christopher Gullmans
I know how this sounds, but bear with me. As I look back at my life, I see a pathological people-pleaser, literally unable to put his own needs first before helping others. While I theoretically knew I had a problem with this, somehow I also imagined myself being an endless source of helping hands. But... Continue Reading →
I find myself sitting here, half-way through my vacation, staring out the window. Outside, the rain pours down, and I think to myself, "some vacation this is." And then I stop myself and remember why the grass is green, why the birds fly, and why I was able to have a proper meal on my... Continue Reading →
An end and a beginning Unraveling, writing itself Two moments in time Where neither is the past And neither is the future Time, like the winter outside Seems frozen, yet twirly Like the snow flakes falling Settle and become one My gaze fixed upon a moment When I'm none the wiser Yet the air seems... Continue Reading →
No matter the culture, no matter the language, no matter the child–one universal fact transcends every border and every notion man could ever invent: a child is born to love. There are many things a child can do without, but a sense of belonging isn’t one of them. But I am about to have a... Continue Reading →
I don't even know what to think, say or feel anymore. I don't even know how all of this has managed to fit into just one year, much less how I am (and we're) still alive. I think I know what it feels like to be a tiny ship in a vast ocean, one moment... Continue Reading →
One of life's biggest ironies is that everybody wants to feel special, but be normal. If that doesn't make any sense to you, then please allow me to elaborate. For as much as people do their utmost to stand out among the crowd through fame, money and the things they possess, deep inside there's always... Continue Reading →
It's a subject most expectant mothers and fathers know about, but few seem to acknowledge or talk about (especially the latter). Pregnancy loss can have such a huge impact on your life, and although miscarriages are common (particularly during your first pregnancy), it feels like me and my wife are the only ones out there... Continue Reading →
There are countless letters on countless pages in countless books in countless libraries. They all have something in common: none of them contain our story. Not a single sheet of paper in any of those books contain the emotions, passions, happiness, or sorrows of ours, nor the paths that we have taken. This, our paper... Continue Reading →
I always tell people that life is fair. The irony here is that I never quite believed it myself. I'd watch (and even help) people reach new heights, and yet, I'd feel like I was falling further and further behind. Echoes of my past told me I wasn't worth the same, and that some people... Continue Reading →
Everytime I've made drastic changes to my life I think "this is definitely the last time". It hasn't been so far. I'm sure it has something to do with my Fernweh, but it must be something more. I feel like I've journeyed in search for something --or someone-- to call home. And I do think... Continue Reading →
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